Unbroken stillness where our canyons wind -- Before vast Spanish herds came here to browse; Before these hills made wander-ways for cows -- A breathlessness; while putting Time behind. Throughout that long old waiting and a kind Of awful spell among the rigid boughs Where ancient oaks from dreams could not arouse, Our Loma lay unnamed. Years, years declined. Who heard the ringing of Cabrillo's bells Where naught but lonely breezes breathed before? Who saw the magic lifting, quickened swells? Three frightened wild men leaped along this shore -- The first to greet those stately caravels, @3Victoria@1 and high @3San Salvador@1. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GEOMETRY IS THE MIND OF GOD by JAMES GALVIN CALLING DREAMS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON EXCELLENCY OF CHRIST by GILES FLETCHER THE YOUNGER THERE IS NO DEATH by JOHN LUCKEY MCCREERY THE SONG OF A TRAVELLER by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON SPANIARDS' GRAVES AT THE ISLES OF SHOALS by CELIA LEIGHTON THAXTER |